Without Love
Without Love,
There is no distraction,
From dissatisfaction
And no hope,
Of satisfaction,
In joining up with a faction,
That uses distraction,
To lead us into the arms of hate,
To seal ones fate,
But for the intervention,
Of redemption,
As a means to our salvation,
Should we choose that action,
Which always gives Love great satisfaction,
In seeing the regeneration,
Of a heart that was once blackened,
Beyond recognition,
But not beyond redemption.
Copyright © David Smith | Year Posted 2023
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